Westside Gunn – Draymond Lyrics

[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Uh-huh, ayo, ayo
Ayo, check, ayo

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
With the right, I shake a millionaire’s hand, with the left, I serve a junkie
Walked the line, a lavish life of crime, remember them times
I had a bunkie on the tear, now my signature a souvenir (Haha)
Bitches wanna hang, bringin’ me neck like I got nooses near (Uh)
My shit is hypnotic, when I spit it, they got stupid stares (Yeah, yeah)
Bought they lies quickly and minimize when the truth appear
They say this shit a gamblе, you live your life in casinos (What)
Death is at thе door, I shoot the reaper through the peep hole (Brrah, brrah, brrah)
I see no equal, I play the game on hard, dont need no cheat code (Nah)
It’s easier to scam then flip a kilo (Yeah)
Dirt all over the C-notes, keep the clean stack separate (Uh-uh)
For the record, I’m reckless, shit, natural scrap is effortless (Yeah)
Made the murder shit like a 38 specialist, what’s special is
I heard your new shit, I’m less than impressed with it (Shit trash)
All the fools under my shoe, I’m settin’ the precedent
They overdose, it’s fentanyl in the pills when they pressin’ it

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I had to split the cocaine pot like Roman Reigns (Ah)
Don’t get your chain popped, you know the name
You light as a raindrop, I’m on Biscayne, Rolls Royce, no top before the fame (Skrrt)
Two hundred with factory diamonds, three hundred for the plain (Ah)
You can never compare
Your shit wouldn’t add up, my mathematics is rare
Bob Backlund and Flair, MAC clappin’, beware (Brr, brr, brr)
Trash bag with the potatoes in the front, no air (Doot doot doot doot doot doot)
We praisin’ both, after every body, we raise a toast
To the one they hate the most, word to Allah, got the Wraith and Ghost
My shooter had to sniff an eighth of coke to cope
Shit hurt when you gotta put your family in the scope (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)

[Verse 3: Stove God Cooks]
I had to pray over the work (We had to pray over the bricks)
We was drownin’ in that water whip, niggas had to surf (Yeah)
To a kilo from the dirt (God)
Runnin’ from the RICO, I still had perico on my shirt
Eleven hundred for an ounce, twenty thousand for a verse, chopper made his shoulder jerk
Smell of money in the air on the fifteenth and the first
That bein’ broke shit was a curse, I done killed your favorite rapper
Got a body in the trunk, we bangin’ Esco in the hearse (We bangin’ Esco in the hearse)
She got the TEC inside the purse, the big Telfar, I used to sell hard
The Bally belt on, the yayo god
Used to owe the plug, I just pay him off
It’s what you do after the brick, bitch, I’m Draymond

NBA YoungBoy Dodges RICO Charge, Still Faces Up To 10 Years, Lawyer Explains

YoungBoy Never broke again is reportedly facing a federal gun charge and is likely to do time.

An attorney who uncovered inside information revealed on social media that NBA YoungBoy’s recent arrest might result in jail time. The rapper is facing a federal charge for possession of a firearm by a felon. The arrest warrant that was issued reportedly stemmed from his September detainment when he was arrested for possession of drugs and a stolen firearm. According to reports NBA YoungBoy has been charged with one count of illegal possession of firearms by a felon, and possession of an unregistered weapon.

In the video shared by the lawyer, he explained, “Got the update on YoungBoy. He’s facing a federal charge for felon possession of a firearm. Carries with it a sentence of between five and ten years,” said the lawyer. “He didn’t get hit with the RICO charge. This, however, is a very serious charge. He has priors, also, when they tried to arrest him he ran and they found a gun in the car he ran from.”

The lawyer further explained in his lengthy caption that the rapper would most likely have to serve a sentence considering his previous legal woes and the fact that he not only ran from police when they tried to make the arrest but also that a firearm was recovered from the vehicle. “No Rico. Felon in possession of a firearm. When feds charge that they are going to have strong evidence like DNA or fingerprints or something else tying you to the firearm,” the lawyer explained.

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“While typically this isn’t the most serious charge, when you have a guy with priors involving guns, and the guy who ran from Cops when they try to arrest him and then the cops found a gun in the car he ran from, that is all going to be a very big problem. Bail will be tough. And it’s going to be very hard to avoid jail time.”

NBA YoungBoy, who is a father of 7, has had a troubled road replete with legal woes. The 21-year-old was aiming to turn things around after he finally got off of house arrest and probation near the end of 2019. Check back with Urban Islandz for more on this developing story.

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Khao – Scared Of Us Lyrics (feat. T.I., Joyner Lucas, PBD Grey & J Morris)

[Intro: J. Morris]
Khao
No justice, no peace in these streets
Can you hear the babies crying?
Politicians and crooked police
Worried about the mighty dollar

[Chorus: J. Morris]
Instead of us, Instead of us, Instead of us
Got another shot fired
They scared of us, They scared of us, They scared of us
If we ever get united

[Post-Chorus: J. Morris, T.I.]
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Ayo, chill

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Remember late night in the dope hole
With a half bag and smoke pole
It’s a cold game
You admittedly gave cocaine
To the same people that you locked up
Gave a life sentence and did the whole thang
That what the plan was the whole time
Now I keep a nigga with some closed eyes
Celebrating your holidays
Pray to yo God ’cause you stole mine
Kill a nigga when they whistling at yo women
When you come and rape mines
Tearing down our heroes
You do the same thing, but you keep yours
Quick to hit a nigga with the RICO
See the bullshit through the peep hole (Bap)
Hustle air to the death
Listen shorty, all we got is our G code
Better stand up or get rolled over
Hit the front line, let ’em go, solider (Bap)
Huh, yo partner they some shooters, huh (Huh)
All you niggas wanna kill something
Shoot at Chief Keef, shoot at 6ix9ine
But do a damn thing to George Zimmerman
Okay, and all these black women come up missing
Where da f*ck is all the real nigga (Where)
All you niggas shooting in the club
Get yo hard ass in the field, nigga
Okay, I’ll be damn if I won’t bust mine
Risk my life, take my time
No, you niggas ain’t revolution ready
Y’all ain’t even finna waste my time

[Chorus: J. Moriss]
They scared of us, They scared of us, They scared of us
Got another shot fired
They scared of us, They scared of us, They scared of us
If we ever get united

[Post-Chorus: J. Morris, Khao]
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Yuh, Khao

[Verse 2: Khao]
Get the Illuminati
Call the White House to talk to somebody
About our forecast on life, no sunny days
Man, the vision’s cloudy
No need to be alarmed, get rowdy
Call for back up, cops double up
Your project was to keep us in the hood
In other words, blinded, covered up
Not exposed to what we could have
Got me irate, man, and I hate
How the knowledge that we lack got us taken back
To a slave driven mind state
Willie Lynch, it’s encrypted from
The play book that it’s scripted from
Brother say he’ll die for a neighborhood that his momma just got evicted from
Another name that the cops slained
Better lay low when it’s close to dark
They bucked at me, threw the cuffs at me
Boycotted the bus like I was Rosa Parks
You say you wouldn’t join the military
But you trapping hard, so you might as well
Another agent for the government
When you’re in the hood serving clientele
Think about it, we in the hood trapping and loving it
The same way a soldier representing the government
Soldiers supplied with their weapons and training
The same way we are with the drugs were slanging

Gotta wake up, its time, people
Everybody get in line, people
The system played us and you can’t see it
Like I’m in a world full of blind people

[Chorus: J. Morris]
They scared of us, They scared of us, They scared of us
Got another shot fired
They scared of us, They scared of us, They scared of us
If we ever get united

[Post-Chorus: J. Morris, Joyner Lucas]
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Joyner, Joyner, yeah

[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
I got into a lot of trouble back when I was 10
Back when I use to have a lot of friends (Yeah)
Back when I ain’t have no common sense (Woo!)
Back when I use to play Simon says
And never listen to a thing my Momma said (Joyner)
With a thing for myself so I pretend
Do I wanna be rich, well it depends
I mean, I can be rich like Hov and Puff
I can be rich like Warren Buff (Yeah)
Or I can flip bricks and all them drugs
But that’s more trouble for all of us (Yeah)
Sometimes I be thinking hard to much
Like what if Triple X was hard to touch (Huh)
What if Rosa never caught the bus (Huh)
What if more parents was hard on us (Yeah)
An’ look, what if Kaepernick wasn’t all black (All black)
What if Trayvon and Zimmerman never crossed paths
What if Malcolm ain’t have a dark past
What if (What if, huh)
What if Sean Bell never got engaged
What if Donald Trump never got his way
What Dr. King ain’t have a lot to say
Make way for penalty (Yeah)
AKA the killer me (Yeah)
The KKK got denim sheets (Yeah)
But niggas can’t even kneel in peace (Nah)
Niggas can’t wait to get at me (Joyner)
Police can’t wait to finish me
Throw dirt on my name and spit at me (Yeah)
Then shoot me and say I’m finicky
I gotta pray for my enemies

[Post-Chorus: J. Morris, Grey]
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Grey, ay

[Verse 4: Grey]
They know what it is
They know we the truth
And when they seen pyramids, we were through
They drew up scheme to wipe us out clean
They seen all the greatness and never recouped
Conditioned our minds to believe that we less than human
With a book to recite to the youth
Manipulation got us tight in the noose
And everyday we see it right in the news
It’s blasphemy that you’ll blast at me
If I smash ya sneaks and be a casualty
But won’t flash the heat when the crackers beat
Ya black ass to sleep
You wanna ask for peace
And then crash the streets strapped wit da gasoline
Burn da shit down to an ash and leave
These protests backwards if you askin’ me
Cuz when the party’s over and yo asses leave
Cops still kill a nigga before da nights done
Care less if they shot the right one
We just record and let the likes run
All these images we seein’, it gotta incite something
While you stunting on the gram wit all the nice guns
Pull up wit da stick, you got to light one
All these oppressors, you got to strike one
What we gone do, fight or run our mouths, nigga?

[Outro: J. Morris, Khao]
No justice, no peace in these streets
Can you hear the babies crying?
Yo welcome

Marlo – 4 Season Lyrics

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 1]
Made a couple mil selling work, you know a nigga been signed to the streets, dawg (Streets, dawg)
Plannin’ bricks all day, yeah, shooter, street nigga with some paper
Sellin’ them bales by the acres, nigga whippin’ that dope like a slave, yeah
I’m on the top floor, I feel like I’m Pablo, got birds out the bando (Bando, bando)
I feel like a migo, I’m servin’ up people, my real name is Chico
I’m dodging the RICO, QC is the label
I f**k with the Migos, I f**k with Lil Baby, I been gettin’ them big boats
I been here in my city, girl, fly me some titties, let me see that you with it, girl

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 2]
Top floor, penthouse, naked, kickin’ shit, knowing that I’m rich now (That I’m rich now)
Nigga, f**k a nigga’s bitch now, hell naw I’m doin’ sit downs (Sit downs)
Twenty-four like the Waffle House (Waffle House), got the bricks going out now (In and out now)
Been in these streets all day, dawg, still ridin’ ’round with my K, dawg
PFK, we don’t play, dawg, shots to the back like Ricky (Ricky)
[?], nigga with the fitted, Chanaynay drip, I’m all in it (Chanel)
Givenchy, come and kick it, my pimpin’
Got the D’ussé, bitches sippin’ Henny

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

Quando Rondo – Neighborhood Hero Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ooh, uh, ayy
Quando Rondo, nigga
Relly Made
(They locked up my nigga Pablo, they hit him with a RICO
Spin on they block with my sawed-off, but keep that on the D-low
Lil’ shawty look just like a model, a neighborhood hero
I fuck with… lil’ mama, I fuck with her people)

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 1]
I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to get it
I got no love for these bitches, I gotta chase these benjis
I came from posted on the corner grippin’ on extensions
Spin on they block, I’ma let off some shots
And I swear I won’t leave ’til somebody be missin’
I don’t know how to park that brand new Bentley
Got the gears unlocked, that’s why they envy
Got a real big bag, if you want it, I’ll spend it
I come from the trenches, they call me Lil Dangerous
They must’ve said you know I sent it
Got a real big Glock and the clip extended
No overlap mall, I shop at Lenox
On the dope boy block, drip in Givenchy
She want Chanel on her feet, brand new Louis V
We just spent a load at Christian D, we don’t do Gucci
We can go and make a lil’ movie, is you here with me?
I don’t know why the fuck you do just what you do to me, woah

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 2]
Speak on my name, don’t even know me, just make sure you speakin’ facts
I’m nothin’ like them broke kids, baby, I’ma spend them racks
Every time them hitters miss, I drop ten bands, they spinnin’ back
I’m never trippin’ ’bout the pack, I lose it then get it right back
Got Bonnie and Doja, that Doja smoke just like some crack
And every time I count the green and load the clip, she pour my Act’
She’s nothin’ like these other hoes, she know to throw it back
She look at me just like a boss, I drip that sauce, she dig my swag

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Outro]
I fucked around her people
But keep that on the D-low
The neighborhood hero
I know, he know, she know

Pusha T – Keep Dealing lyrics

(feat. Beanie Sigel)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
They call him a crack dealer, I am like Warhol
A nigga paint a picture of a bullet for all y’all
Now crawl for him
My sophomore jinx is more minks
But only for my mother she’ll use ‘em as couch covers
You niggas cheapening my All-Star Weekends
If y’all can’t swim in the deep end then watch nigga
Woo! 80,000 on this watch niggas
Yuugh! And I ain’t never had to watch nigga
Rich or wealthy, pick your poison
I think I paid for one too many abortions
Another Celine, it’s like a routine
It’s like ferris wheel of waist trainers and Seven jeans
Her new body’s in my new body
Make her in an hourglass that’s my new hobby
Rich nigga shit, how I blew my first million
Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin

[Hook]
Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though
When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole
The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO
The last cocaine superhero
I got the cape on, to cover kilos
The villain wins, the evolution of Nino
Goddamn Batman holy toledo
Nah, you ain’t talkin’ to me though

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
The Robb Report of the snort
Kings hold court
Lawyers get bought
Palms get greased when them cases get fought
No felony what the fuck is you tellin’ me
Reduced to simple assault
It cost to keep it hush-hush
It was just us
Ended up sellin’ my Bat Mobile
The crash don’t kill
It’s how you survives it
Rebound on niggas, I nine live’d it
Couldn’t miss a Super Bowl or a Cancun
Bitches ain’t respecting niggas not in full bloom
So the neck is full moon
I’m living a lie, she live for this life
And loving the Alaia pumps
Loving the rush, I’m living “The Wire” Uh
Drugs and this rap is really “Empire”
Rich nigga shit, how I lost my second million
Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya

[Hook]
Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though
When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole
The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO
The last cocaine superhero
I got the cape on, to cover kilos
The villain wins, the evolution of Nino
Goddamn Batman holy toledo
Nah, you ain’t talkin’ to me though

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
Ten toes deep in the trap, nigga I’m good here
Feelin’ like Tony reading words on the Goodyear
Big said, “Only the FEDs I should fear”
So no threat, be on your steps with the whole hood there
Yeah, shoot up shit then we blow the scene
Kerosene in a 20 ounce Poland Spring
Nothing to lose attitude like Ron from Arizona
It’s homicide when I slide up on ya
Reporting live from the project benches
Hella caine, dope in cellophane, dirty syringes
Heron zombies street-walking on three-week binges
Clientele look like the “Thriller” vid in 3D lenses
COD, niggas never had to front me jawns
I’m weighing bricks on the scale they put the lunch meat on
I’m Nino Brown in the projects
Yes, Curtis Jackson in his pyrex
Get rich or die tryin’ is my mindset
And spend it all until I’m swallowing dirt
Cause I ain’t never see a Brinks truck follow a hearse
I ain’t never see a dead man taking the stand
I ain’t never see a nigga swallow a bullet
And live to talk about it
‘Bout that bread, I drop a coffin ’bout it
You watched me go through hell, now watch me walk up out it
Nigga shit, that’s how I lost three million
Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya